To say that it’s truely the beginning is quite an exageration; but it is true in the context of the year, it’s the beginning. With plans up in the air, and flying back to New Brunswick on December 30th in hope for good things, nothing was concrete until the very last minute, and even then I wasn’t sure.

I came back to Sackville under the pretext of a party at my girl-friends’ house, as they are all from Amherst and were getting together with some of their friends. The storm that preceeded the day’s events hampered their plans slightly, since the Atlantic Canada had been hit by storm, after storm, after storm, after storm. In fact, to this day, the storms continue and snow continues to mount higher and higher, to a point that we are slightly trapped in our house.

So I was puttering around on the Eve of New Years with only a slight idea of what I was going to do. Markus was arriving into Sackville via bus, and I had sent him an e-mail days and days in advance to notify him of my plans. I wanted to see him before he went back to Victoria, I needed to talk to him, and I wanted to spend my New Years with him and his awesome friends. So at the time of about 22.30 I received notification that they had booked the Pub out for the evening, and that a small close-knit group of friends would be there.

I mustered all my strength and depreciated alcohol out for the evening and ran over to the pub, with an hour to spare until midnight, we chatted and had a riot of a time dancing with an empty pup. Tuned out to be scandelous as usual, but nobody was there to notice so it’s a-okay! After our count-down, and some time playing trivia and being dunkards, we went to Ducky’s.

This was preceeded with dancing in the streets, falling into snow-piles, laying in the middle of the roads, and general froliking between young people. I got to hang out with Lachlan for the time too, something I haven’t done in years. All in all, I was thankful that I got to spend my time with whom I wanted, and I even got to meet the famous Kyle Hill, our most recent Rhodes Scholar.

After literally laying around at Ducky’s, we came home as Markus was extrodinary tired, and had been falling alseep all night. The evening came to a close with the nippy wind blowing on our faces, and the huddling under blankets for warmth. When we woke up, it was far in the afternoon and we had more or less wasted a day; but it didn’t matter!

All in all it was a successful accomplishment of what I set out to do. I didn’t think I’d manage, but it all came together at the last moment. Go team!  

Happy 2008; all the best to everyone!

So what does Osky have to do with an afernoon off and nothing to do on a Friday evening? Well go out of course. Us Strasbourgeois people decided to get together and have some sangria last night, which was clearly a good idea because I missed that awesomly fruity stuff. In any case, I showed up at 22.00 thinking that I was late, but I was the first one so I was naturally a freak.

We went to Duckies after some heated conversations about Strasbourg and such so it was awesome. It’s a lot bigger of a bar than I thought but wanna know the best part? I walked out of it without smelling like shit for the first time ever! Even though I won’t cause that’s gross, I could potentially recycle those clothing from last night. Cool eh?

Anyways, went to meal hall this morning and binged and met some people. I finally met Guri from Norway and we talked quickly as I was leaving which was nice finally but much more time is needed to really see how she’s doing. I ran into that other guy from Sweden the other night too, Chako, but I didn’t have time to talk to him so it was just small talk.

I’m avoiding Makealia in the music department, because she’s from Jönköping and therefore I won’t understand a word she’s saying. Apart from that yay go everything. Just watching Youtube videos today about the Denmark vs. Sweden UEFA Qualifying match. Ps: Heja Sverige! Denmark is sketchy with their sketchy fan attack on 02/06/2007. Sketchy, McSketch